Beside The Lake

by | Jan 5, 2004

I whiled the day with ripples of truth

Drips of crystal clear dew

Pouring from my face upon the lake

I spilled my heart, that ever beating muscle

That constant aching thump

That cries, and weeps with every break

The tear fell fast, my reflection blurred

A vision of me, became lost

And I smiled

For I saw a face, teary eyed and red

Of a boy, half wishing to be dead

But was lost upon the waters of the day I whiled.